His heart was pounding.

Phone calls at three in the morning were never a good thing. You never got a phone call at three in the morning telling you that youve won the lottery. Or that youve been accepted to that college you applied for and ever-so-patiently waited for the slightest sign of being accepted to it.

No, phone calls at three in the morning meant someone was sick, hurt, or even dying. And this time, it was Kurts number.

"Hello?" He asked, his voice almost at a whisper. A  few shallow breaths came from the phone. "Kurt?"

"Blaine." He choked out.

"Kurt, where are you?"  He sat up, adjusting the oxygen cannula in his nose, struggling to breath.

"Im at the gas station I-" He stopped, Blaine thought he could hear him gasping for breath before gagging.

"Im on my way."  He moved out of bed quickly, pulling on a jacket and dragging his oxygen tank behind him.  He stopped in front of his parents room, deciding against telling them he was leaving. They would only panic, and insist on driving him there. And Kurt needed him now.  He would tell them later.

The ride to the gas station was a blur. He kept telling himself to stop crying. He was okay, Kurt needed him.

But Kurt, this guy. This amazing, beautiful guy, that he met on accident.No one ever thinks that theyll run into the love of their life at a cancer kid support meeting.  It was an amazing accident, one hed never take back. This amazing Kurt, that took him all the way across the world to meet his favorite author. And who did everything he could to make Blaine happy even in the worst of situations.

His parents loved Kurt. Theyd never really had a problem with Blaine being gay. And even if they had been, were they really going to tell their cancer stricken son that they didnt want him to love whoever he wanted to?

Despite all of that, they did really love Kurt.They loved when Kurt was around because Blaine was, well, Blaine was happy. Happier than theyd ever seen him since his diagnosis when he was eleven.  His older brother Cooper did too, even tagging along with them as he and Kurt went on the search for Georgia Simpsons, the author Blaine had sought out so hard to find.

As he sped towards the local gas station, he remembered the first time hed met Kurt.

A support group meeting. Of all things his parents wanted him to do, this was the worst. How was he supposed to go and sit and listen to other peoples sob stories of their cancer, when he hated even talking about his own.

But suddenly Kurt was there, accidentally bumping into him, and sending his heart into a flurry. He watched the other boy as he sat next to his best friend Rachel at the meeting. Rachel was a beautiful girl whod lost one of her eyes to cancer, and was anticipating losing the other soon in a surgery to hopefully remove the rest of the cancer.

"You," Quinn, the leader of the support group spoke up far too sweetly, looking over at Kurt. "Would you like to introduce yourself tell us why youre here?"

"Hi, Im Kurt Hummel. Im here mostly for support for Rachel," he said with a small smile, looking down at Rachel who was smiling at him, her dark blue, thick rimmed glasses pushing up with her nose as she smiled. "But I did have osteosarcoma, three years back this december, but Im currently cancer free-"

A few claps from around the room.

"But Im also missing a left leg." He said, a joking tone in his voice, lifting up his pant leg to reveal a steel leg.

"Would you like to tell us some of your fears, Kurt?" Quinn requested.

"Oblivion." He said simply. "Dying, and not a single person remembering me."

Blaine rolled his eyes, trying his best to ignore the tears in his eyes as he pulled quickly into the gas station up next to Kurts Range Rover. He got out of the car as quickly as his oxygen tank would permit. He yanked open Kurts car door.

"Somethings wrong." He choked out as soon as the door was open. Blaine couldnt stop the gasp that came out of his mouth.

The tube that had been inserted in Kurts abdomen to keep the chemotherapy on him going was removed. Blaine lifted his shirt a little more to see that he was now bleeding. Kurt gagged and coughed.

"Oh god Kurt, what were you thinking?!" He asked, feeling the tears drip from his eyes onto his cheeks.

"I just had to get out-" He choked. "I had to do something on m-my own I-" He started coughing again. Blaine pulled out his phone, already dialing the hospital.

"B-Blaine no!" Blaine whipped his head over to Kurt. "Dont call them Blaine, please dont I-"

"Kurt, I have to." He said miserably. "You have to go!"

"Blaine- Bl- If you call them I wont forgive you-" He watched as Blaine held the phone up to his ear.

"Hello, My names Blaine Anderson."

Kurt slammed his hand against the steering wheel of his car, crying in both earnest and pain, still practically choking. He let the tears stream down his cheeks and hiccupped at his sobs.

"I hate myself." He said, barely above a whisper, Blaine stood a few feet from the car giving the paramedic on the line information about Kurt and his condition.

"I hate myself." He said again, louder this time. Mostly for himself, laying his head on the steering wheel. Blaine rushed back over to the side of the car.

"Kurt," he said, his voice sounded panicked. "Kurt I need you to look at me."

The older boy lifted his head, still choking on his sobs.

"The paramedics are gonna be here in a minute." He said, his voice cracking, wrapping his arms around Kurt ignoring the mess hed made of himself, he mumbled quietly into Kurts shoulder, trying his best to keep him calm.

"Im so sorry." Kurt whispered. "Im so so sorry." He repeated the sentiment until the paramedics arrived.

Blaine watched helplessly as the medics loaded Kurt onto a stretcher and into the ambulance.

"Young man?" A voice pulled him out of his thoughts, a female medic was standing in front of him. "Are you going to ride with him, or would you like to follow?"

"Ill ride." He managed to choke out, before climbing into the ambulance, sitting next to the stretcher that was occupied by his boyfriend, who was slowly losing consciousness.

"I love you." Kurt choked out, raising his hand for Blaine to hold it. He grabbed it tightly.

"Im so sorry." Kurt said one more time, before closing his eyes, the medics around him, trying their best to clean him up. Blaine squeezed his hand tighter.

"Open your eyes Kurt, please."

The older boy forced open his eyes, squeezing Blaines hand.

"Im not going anywhere." He said quietly. "I promise."